Exhaustion's Edge.

[teleidoplex]

You are an SRCL--Sober Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you an Ayn Rand ideal. Taggart? Roark? Galt? You are all of these. You were born to lead. You may not be particularly exciting, but you have a strange charisma--born of intellect and personal drive--that people begin to notice when they have been around you a while. You don't like to compromise, but you recognize when you have to.

You care absolutely nothing what other people think, and this somehow attracts people to you. Treat them well, use them wisely, and ascend to your rightful rank.



Ah....so that explains it. I always kind of wondered why people were attracted to me. It really honestly boggles my mind sometimes. Not because I don't think myself attractive, more because I'm not really good at being the desiring object. Looks like I'll have to read some Ayn Rand to figure out what they're talking about.

So, I'm taking a night off. Mostly because I'm really trembling on exhaustion's edge, here. I like that phrase better than the edge of exhaustion. The edge of exhaustion makes it look like an impersonal cliff, rocky and remote and overwhelming. Exhaustion's edge makes it seem like I have a more personal relationship with exhaustion, which just about covers it.

The setup here is rather difficult for synthesis. I'm getting lots of information at very high speed over long periods of time. We usually go from 10:00am to 8:00 or sometimes 10:00pm. We have an hour and a half lecture, a short break, 45 minutes discussion, and a short break. This means that I'm going to anywhere from 4-6 lectures a day. I'm getting tons of data, but it doesn't really give any of us a chance to chew things over and synthesize them. I've learned about the Celtic Tiger, FAS, Dion Bouccicault, Joyce's Dublin, Friel and Field Day, The Devotional Revolution, the Civil War, the Rebellion, The Pogues place in the development of late capitolist Ireland, Mary Robinson's presidency, Haughey and Fitzgerald's Ministerships, and a wealth of other things, but I haven't quite been able to back up and fit the puzzle pieces together.

So if I haven't written on any of this, it's just because it is coming at such a breakneak speed that I can't really do anything at this point except regurgitate. So tonight I'm going to skip Kilroy's lecture about 19th century Irish Theater (because really, it's very outside my area) and spend some time reading on the Partition of Northern Ireland as it relates to the similarly problematic partitioning of Israel and Palestine. That should clear my head.

Well, that's it. Remind me to tell you all about the leader of the Cult of Isis (directly descended in the intellectual and spiritual tradition from Yeats and crew) that I met. She's in her 80's, lives in a 16th century castle, has this amazing temple in what used to be the dungeons that is really a series of interconnected mini-shrines set up with stuff sent from members all over the globe. It was pretty keen. Remind me to tell you about Bouccicault's play that I went to see, and how I'm addicted to Big Brother (the major reality show over here that is set up to reward cooperation rather than backstabbing, and is much less mediated). Remind me to tell you about the sushi cafeteria I found that has a last call after 10:00pm for 1 euro a plate. Remind me to tell you how I got kicked out of my room at 10:30pm on a Friday night, and how we couldn't get the matter solved until the secretary returned on Monday. Mmmm...the guy next to me is drinking some foam cinnamon latte thingy, and it smells really good. So, I'm off home to make a sandwich. Yum.

kitsune,
now with 70....shit. I can't find the percent sign on this keyboard...

Comments

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

Wait... are you talking about Olivia Durden-Robertson?

That would be awesome if you were.

[teleidoplex]

I am, in fact, talking about Olivia Durden-Robertson. She was very nice. She had purple hair and a wall-eye and looked like something out of a BBC series or a Harry Potter movie, and apparently they call her the White Witch throughout the county. She chatted with us for a little bit about her memories of Yeats and O'Casey and some of the others from that crew and then disappeared, which disappointed me because I was really rather interested in what she had to say, but then, I like the whole spiritual aspects of Yeat's and Gregory's interests.

I take it she's SOMEBODY?

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

She is indeed somebody. A pretty obscure sombody, but then again the only thing involving Ireland that I know about (that dosen't involve Shane McGowain or Garth Ennis) is Yeats and the Isis-Urania temple and whatnot. She's got a great reputation and is said to be a pretty all around awesome person. Which is rare to hear about sombody in the witchy biz these days.

That's awesome.